My Girl Friday - Dog Training

When Happy was a puppy, life felt easy. He learned his name on day one. He slept well. He ate well. He never made a mess in the house. Although his little puppy teeth were like razor blades for a few months, none of it was a big deal. He was an old soul in a young puppy’s body from the get-go. He was such a little charmer. He even had girlfriends. Yes, plural. Playdates with tiny fluffy ladies who would come over, wrestle around the living room, drink water from the same bowl, and then go...